Doomsday cultivation [rebirth]

Instead of breaking out in silence, he would just go crazy in silence, Song Yiran was really depressed by Zhong Yue.

The brain circuit across different races is no longer a basic human cultural brainwashing education that can make up for it. Zhong Yue is absolutely unique in the world.

But he was right. Although he never felt inferior as a human race, he couldn't deny that Qilin was a bit taller than humans.Of course, only a little.Human beings are weak, but they have infinite potential. This is the consensus reached by the three thousand cultivation world for countless years.With this, human beings are not inferior to unicorns.

So he's not ashamed at all.

With his head held high, Song Yiran stood up, stretched his rested muscles and bones, and a vitality containing water element hit him, and the iron chain burning with unicorn flames fell to the ground, while he faced the knife-sliced ​​zombie.

This zombie is at the peak of the first order, but because of its unique knives for cutting noodles, it is comparable to a zombie in the middle of the second order.With his strength at the early stage of foundation establishment, he could easily be crushed to death at his peak.

But it doesn't work now, the recovery level of his foreign martial arts is less than 5%, the whole thing is a dish comparison.

"Leave me alone, this is only one."

Zhong Yue walked up slowly and said helplessly.

Song Yiran took a step to the side, blocked him and said, "I'll do it myself, and I'll only count one if I kill it, so don't worry about it."

While talking, he exerted his greatest strength, flexibly resisting the attack of the zombies, and divided his mind to attack the zombies. With a "click", it was just folded with a smooth blade.

"Okay."

A short dagger was thrown from behind, the blade gleamed coldly, it was Zhong Yue's most personal weapon.

Holding the handle of the knife, his body temperature still remained on it.Qilin's body temperature is higher than that of humans, and the dagger is a little hot now. Song Yiran waved it twice in his palm, and found that it was surprisingly easy to use.

In the past two lives, he was best at daggers. Although this weapon is not as powerful as Tang Dao, it is more flexible.And the later the end of the world, the higher the wisdom of the surviving high-level zombies, the stronger the ability to perceive danger, and it will not be easy for people to hit them at will. Close combat is the fastest way.

Daggering away the dragon and snake, with lightness and elegance, he combined the skills of his previous life, and unknowingly he imitated the horizontal chop of the knife-slicing zombie.It's a very simple movement, but the smooth lines are swayed down, and the best effect can be achieved with the least effort.

The eyes were disintegrated in his mind, and he learned to chop them back in the same way.The first time, it was crooked; the second time, it was a little lower; the third time, the success was too weak.

He was wrestling with the knife-sliced ​​noodle zombies, a dagger and two recycled kitchen knives overlapped and wrestled, the light and shadow of the sword was like a blockbuster martial arts movie.

I don't know how many times, I only know that the arm has no feeling, only the primitive reaction remains, and finally he gets close to the zombie and cuts off the first piece of flesh on his hand.A small piece of meat is in the shape of an "S", resembling the shape of a sliced ​​noodle.

The second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece...

The Tai Chi map in the dantian was running, frantically supporting him to swing the saber again and again.When he was exhausted, he swung the knife for the last time and inserted it between the eyebrows of the zombie. A shining crystal nucleus was embedded in the "S"-shaped carrion.

Standing at the foot of the shop, the knife-sliced ​​noodle zombie has become a skeleton, and among the fully automatic noodle cookers next to it, the original pot of broth has long been dried, but now it is filled with a pot of black meat slices.

"Zombie sliced ​​noodles, you deserve it."

Standing gentlemanly beside the noodle cooker, Song Yiran bowed slightly to Zhong Yue like a senior chef, as if inviting him to taste it.

"Oh? Zombie meat, I've never eaten it before."

Zhong Yue picked up a piece and studied it curiously for a long time, even sniffing it with his nose.

……

Song Yiran was helpless, he shouldn't be joking with this person, not Qilin, when he understood the new trick and was happy.Seeing that he is so interested, it seems that he really wants to try it.

Then he saw that Zhong Yue, after smelling it, actually picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.It's just a little bit, but that's scary enough.

"If you eat unknown meat that has not undergone any quarantine and processing, you may be infected with the new virus."

Zhong Yue, who hadn't stuffed the meat into his mouth, smiled triumphantly. Xiao Ran obviously cared about him, but his love was hard to express.This cold and awkward look with concern, coupled with that small face really melts your heart.

"Xiaoran, you saved my life, please allow me to promise you with your body."

again!

"I think it's better for you to eat meat."

Taking a sip of water from the space, Song Yiran ignored him and ran directly to the pile of zombies at the exit.Zhong Yue stood behind with his chest folded, and smiled a little silly with the corners of his lips raised.When he confessed in C City, Xiao Ran still resisted, but now he has gradually gotten used to it.

Sure enough, feelings need to be cultivated slowly, whether it is numb or accepting a little, in short, this is a good phenomenon.

There was the smell of sliced ​​noodles zombies in the room, and none of them dared to come in.Song Yiran had just figured out a trick, so he struck while the iron was hot, and the timing was just right.

Flying pigeons with water vitality were released, thirty on the left and twenty on the right.He rushed to the right, a cold light flashed, and the knife smashed through the door and hit the vital point. After twenty cuts, he retreated into the house again exhausted.

In addition to these twenty, he has already tied Zhong Yue's record just now, but in terms of strength, he is still far behind.While drinking water, he figured out the moves, and when he went out again, he went straight to the left. This time, he lacked strength, and it was hard for him to kill thirty ordinary zombies.

"Take a break first, your move is almost done."

Song Yiran nodded. He is indeed very proficient in this basic technique of cutting noodles with a knife.Just now when he released the water vitality flying pigeon, he saw that there were still many zombies in the snack street, with the instincts of his life.

For example, picking poles, blacksmithing, pancakes, chopping vegetables, and flipping spoons.

These usually unremarkable movements have been tempered by professionals and tainted with murderous aura after being transformed into zombies, becoming a fresh foreign martial arts.

Everyone in the Dasanqian cultivation world is a cultivator. Although the foreigner's skills are not the most advanced, they have become extremely domineering because of the strong physique of the cultivator. His current body is too strong to perform. Forcibly performing it may cause damage to the dantian meridians.And these simple moves on the bright side seemed to be prepared for him secretly.

"It's almost there, let's go deeper."

Walking along the food street, the two passed by various snack bars.As a senior otaku, Zhong Yue is as familiar with this street as his own back garden.

Although not every store has zombies that retain their instincts in life, but he recommends the best restaurants, all of which have a lot of them.

Day by day, Song Yiran moved forward tirelessly, first cleared the small zombies, and then led the big zombies into the store, and Zhong Yue cleaned up the small fish and shrimps outside, and he fought alone with the zombies with supernatural powers.

One knife after another, a seemingly simple move, but it takes a lot of effort to actually turn it into one's own use.Fortunately, when he reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, the nameless exercises in his body operated on their own, supporting his seemingly frail body.

"finished?"

The ground was full of meat strips, Zhong Yue walked in and took away two large kitchen knives from him.Song Yiran nodded. This zombie is famous for its knife skills. With both hands lying on the knife, the knife moves like flying. The probability of cutting potato shreds is not so high.

But when used on zombies, it almost became a technique of holding a knife with both hands at the same time.The twin knives overlapped and flickered coldly, their power was not so great.

"Almost," Song Yiran looked out of the window, and there was a car parked not far away. The car had been following them for a long time, and the occupants never got out.

"Going further in, there should be only one powerful zombie left."

"Well, the last one is a blacksmith, with a sledgehammer that is superb. In "Water Margin", it is definitely one hundred and eight generals of Liangshan."

The water vitality carrier pigeon also came back, and the one inside was holding a hammer. His strength was probably the peak of the second-order zombies, and he was the uncrowned king of this street.

After being delayed in this street for a week, his strength has also recovered [-]% from his previous life.He had estimated before that because of his innate physique, it was already the limit for this body to perform [-]% of its previous life.Although the extra kung fu is not enough, but in terms of cultivation, his current level is indeed inferior to that of the previous two lifetimes.But the absolute gap between vitality and spiritual energy can make up for the lack of external skills.

It was time to test his true strength, and Song Yiran was boiling with fighting spirit.The talent is not comparable to Zhong Yue, he works hard, anyway, he will never kiss a man!no way!

What is Xiaoran thinking again?The awkward appearance again and again, not only melted, but almost scorched his heart.

Zhong Yue fiddled with his bangs casually, and the hair that grew too fast returned to the length of washing, cutting and blow-drying again, and there was a strong breath of killing Matt in every gesture.Just about to smile charmingly, the door of the car that followed them for a long time finally opened, and a few armed young people stepped down from it.

The three men and two women in the back were all holding kitchen knives, but the man in the front had a pistol in his waist.This group of people is unusual. China is not the United States. Gun control is very strict here, and private gun ownership is absolutely prohibited.Although in the apocalypse, the ban becomes a dead letter, but in the early apocalypse, it is definitely not an ordinary team that can get guns and have blood on their bodies.

The intention of the visitors is very simple, and they want to cooperate with them to collect supplies.

"It's up ahead."

Song Yiran pointed to the street that had been cleaned. Most of the inventory in the snack street hadn't expired. He picked some and packed them up, leaving some for the newcomers.

Those who are greedy have more than enough to die, but not all weak people have no right to life.He doesn't want to be relied on by others, but he won't deliberately cut off their possible vitality either.

"You don't get paid for nothing, we cooperate and get what we need."

They are sensible people, it doesn't matter whether they move things or not, but they know how to seize this opportunity to bring free bodyguards and strengthen themselves, Song Yiran is willing to make this good relationship.

Song Yiran nodded noncommittally, and Zhong Yue would definitely not refute this trivial matter.Next, the division of labor is very clear. Ordinary Tier [-] zombies will be handed over to a six-member team, and they will pick out challenging ones.All the way forward and finally reached the last moment, the blacksmith zombie came to greet him menacingly.

Song Yiran rushed forward, opened his water element force shield, and took out all the moves he had learned on the street ahead. Finally, before his vitality was exhausted, he used two machetes to strangle the hammer and wrap his limbs around him.

"sharp."

Song Yiran looked at the underground zombies, stayed here for seven days, and he finally refined these cooking tricks.Hack and kill zombies with daily cooking and law enforcement, and transfer flowers to trees. This trick is called "Change Fights and Move Stars".